Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 24,730 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

Naveed Akram Poems

2801. Dazzled 8/24/2011
2802. Middle Path 8/25/2011
2803. Immortal Suffering 8/25/2011
2804. Marching Beyond 8/25/2011
2805. Ceaseless Brain 8/25/2011
2806. Depressed 8/28/2011
2807. We Negotiate 8/29/2011
2808. Leader Of Revolt 8/29/2011
2809. This Mountain To Climb 8/30/2011
2810. Smell The Fragrance 8/30/2011
2811. My Confusing Name 9/20/2011
2812. One Enjoys 9/22/2011
2813. Of Disease 9/22/2011
2814. Loads 9/23/2011
2815. God Loves 9/23/2011
2816. Peace Now 9/23/2011
2817. He Satisfies Me 9/23/2011
2818. My Soul Weeps 9/23/2011
2819. In Duty 9/24/2011
2820. The Old And Young 9/24/2011
2821. Fugitives 9/29/2011
2822. Fresh Mornings 9/30/2011
2823. Transaction 10/1/2011
2824. His Way 10/1/2011
2825. Despise The Mines 10/2/2011
2826. One’s Crime 10/2/2011
2827. Cowardly Ways 10/3/2011
2828. Nothing Cries 10/3/2011
2829. Come To Laws! 10/3/2011
2830. Add Or Not 10/2/2006
2831. Adventure In The City 6/24/2006
2832. Agreement 7/20/2006
2833. Best Men 6/24/2006
2834. Blue People 6/24/2006
2835. Both Brothers 8/28/2006
2836. Isolate 8/12/2006
2837. Justice Itself 7/26/2006
2838. Kept One 6/24/2006
2839. Lorbardo 6/10/2007
2840. Neither Do I Love 2/4/2007

Comments about Naveed Akram

  • Kaitlyn McKenna (1/16/2008 7:00:00 PM)

    Naveed is a free human. Free to believe, Free to fight, Free to want, free to need.

    Way to go Naveed!

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Best Poem of Naveed Akram

For Every Storm

For every storm there is a room
And find the palace now,
From deserts are a tomb and gloom,
Where clothes must just allow.

The clothing kisses us on cheek,
When effort made us worse,
The cloth we wear is rather chic,
And worry is a curse.

The storm shall grow at all the speed
That problems make us mad,
You did not follow, or then bleed
As madness is your dad.

Read the full of For Every Storm

Wonder At All

All you do is talk of why I was true,
All of me is saying pleasant news you;
Almost far I push the leather at whim,
So to enhance my living at being dim.
Wonder can exist in shades of sorting out,
To keep quiet all silence and restore pout;
So all of us who always are in power, snow.
Where do you live? among the trees?
Are you forgotten, or upset? I give status

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